Comes around like a wild fire
Like a moth drawn to a flame
I'm on my way to getting burned up, once again

And I've been through this before
Oh, a hundred times or more
And she keeps me coming back
What am I waiting for?

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more
She always counts out the chords, that I'm playing now
She always moves to the rhythm she is making
She is

She is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is my home

She walks to the sound of her own drum
One minute she's there and the next she's gone
And I'm left to pick up pieces of myself, to carry on

And I've been through this before
Oh, a hundred times or more, yeah
She keeps me coming back
What am I waiting for?

She always gets what she wants
She always gets what she needs and more now
She always counts out the chords, that I'm playing now
She always moves to the rhythm she is making
She is, she is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is my home

And I've been through this before
Oh, a hundred times or more
She keeps me coming back
What am I waiting for?

She always gets what she wants, oh yeah, she does
She always gets what she needs and more now, yeah
Always counts out the chords, I'm playing now, yeah
Always moves to the rhythm she is making, she yeah now
She is, she is, she is my home
She is, she is, she is my home

And I've been through this before
Oh, a hundred times or more
She keeps me coming back
What am I waiting for?